Get pregnant. See heartbeat. Tell everyone. Miscarry. Get angry. Bitter. Bitter. Still bitter. Fertility testing. PCOS. Treatment. Pregnant. Hold breath... hold breath... hold breath... and exhale. Finally a mommy, minus my innocence. I am so lucky. It's not always fun, but it is entertaining... to my readers. Any resemblance to good advice, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Welcome to the dream factory.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Google has failed me.

Yesterday was the first day that I didn't feel nauseated. At all. So of course I started worrying. And what do we do when we worry? Google.

But all of my queries abot when the placenta kicks in were in vain... so I'm still in the dark. Is my body ramping up its own hormone production? What's the scoop? Why do I feel better?

In other fun news, both midwifery practices I called are unable to fit me into their caseload. Ugh. I'd really rather have a midwife than an OB... guess I'll have to start calling doctors' offices now. Boo.

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Since I'm feeling good, I have a productive day ahead of me. Our apartment is messy AND smelly and I'm going to clean it up. And I'm baking challah for the first time in months.